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Huo Zhenye threw down the newspaper and rushed to the hospital.

Reporters from major and tabloid newspapers surrounded the hospital gate tightly, waiting for Huo Chaozong to wake up, hoping to do an exclusive interview report.

Bodyguards sent by the government were guarding the gate of the courtyard and Huo Chaozong's ward. These reporters couldn't get in at all, so they had to try their luck at the gate of the hospital.

Huo Zhenye is also a celebrity of the Huo family. In terms of fame in Shanghai, Huo Zhenye is older than his brother. As soon as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by people.

"Will Mr. Huo personally take action to catch the murderer this time?" A reporter squeezed in front of Huo Zhenye.

Another reporter elbowed him away: "Does Mr. Huo have any clues about the murderer?"

Or simply ask: "Who is the murderer? Is there any connection with the anti-rape group!"

These people kept coming up, and they really regarded Huo Zhenye as a psychic detective. It seemed that as long as he had a divination, he could know who the murderer was.

Huo Zhenye's expression was fine at first, but when he heard the anti-traitor group, he glanced at the reporter and sneered, the reporter obviously regarded Huo Chaozong as a traitor, and dug a hole for Huo Zhenye to jump in, trying to make a big news.

The bodyguard stretched out his arms to stop the reporter outside the hospital, and Huo Zhenye rushed out of the encirclement and squeezed into the hospital.

Huo Chaozong had already woken up, lying on the hospital bed, his face was slightly pale due to blood loss, but he was refreshed, and when he saw his younger brother came to see him, he nodded: "Lao Qi is here."

There was also a stranger in the ward that Huo Zhenye had never met before. Huo Chaozong introduced: "This is Secretary Chen. He was just transferred to my side."

As soon as Huo Zhenye heard it, he understood that Secretary Chen was not one of his own, but came to monitor his elder brother in the absence of Secretary He.

He acted like a playboy again: "Secretary Chen, buy me a cup of coffee. I rushed over to see my brother as soon as I saw the newspaper. I didn't sleep last night and now I have a headache."

Huo Chaozong seemed to love his younger brother very much, and he showed a conniving expression in front of Secretary Chen, allowing his younger brother to treat the secretary as his servant.

Secretary Chen wondered if the "heroic and dedicated" Secretary He was treated in the same way when he was there.Secretary Chen also looks like a scholar, wearing glasses and a suit. He is a newcomer and has instructions from above. He has to curry favor with Huo Chaozong and let Huo Chaozong treat him as his confidant. Of course, there is no rush at this moment.

So he nodded and smiled and exited the ward, closing the door again.

As soon as he went out, Huo Zhenye became serious: "Brother, you are too risky." If this scene can't be sung well, if Yamamoto escapes or sees it through, the elder brother will be too dangerous.

This is putting oneself in a dangerous position and exchanging Yamamoto's life. Yamamoto is dead, but the Japanese have lost a commander-in-chief, so how could they not retaliate.

Huo Chaozong smiled. There was a bit of joy in his expression, but the joy quickly faded away. He glanced at the leather notebook on the bedside cabinet.

Huo Zhenye took the notebook under his gaze, opened the first page and said "a scholar dies for his confidant".

"This is Zhanqing's work notebook." Huo Chaozong was determined to eradicate Yamamoto, but it was this notebook that really made him risk his own safety and go to see Madman Wang on the day the Japanese consulate was bombed.

Huo Zhenye turned over two pages and saw that this side was densely written. The first half was a work record, and the second half was a life record. He was responsible for all of it.

He Zhanqing didn't leave anything in his notebook. He was already prepared for accidents.

Secretary Chen took over all his work notes, trying to find some clues from these notes, but apart from the words "Scholar dies for his confidant" on the title page of each book, after a long period of time, there is no clue. Something that can catch Huo Chaozong's pigtails.

Secretary He's notebook, even if it was handed over as it was, would only contain the word "loyalty".

Huo Zhenye closed his palms and put the notebook back on the bedside: "In his heart, elder brother is a confidant."

While the two were talking, a woman came in outside, Huo Zhenye turned his head to look, and respectfully called: "Sister-in-law."

"The seventh brother is here too."

Zhou Yunyin hurried over as soon as she got off the train. She first looked at her husband's wound, and saw that his entire arm was covered with bandages, with tears in her eyes: "Did you hurt your nerve?"

"No." How could there be such a deep wound? Even if it is healed, it is not certain whether the original good handwriting can be written again.

Zhou Yunyin read the newspaper on the way here, and she calmed down before asking, "Xiao He...Xiao He..."

"En." Huo Chaozong held his wife with his uninjured hand.

"You don't need to be too sad. He is so desperate, it must be what he wants." Zhou Yunyin has a fair face, slender shoulders and waist, and looks like a very weak and traditional type of woman.

But the expression on her face when she said these words made Huo Zhenye suddenly feel that his sister-in-law knew.

He glanced at Zhou Yunyin, Zhou Yunyin noticed it immediately, and at the same time looked at Huo Zhenye, the two of them knew each other's meaning when their eyes met, Zhou Yunyin smiled slightly at him.

Huo Chaozong's medicine passed, and soon he broke out in a cold sweat. The doctor gave him an injection, and Secretary Chen stayed with him. Huo Zhenye and his sister-in-law waited for him to fall asleep before leaving.

Zhou Yunyin wanted to go back to appease her daughter, and then prepare and deliver the food.

Huo Zhenye walked behind her, seeing her pause, he also stopped: "Sister-in-law, if you have anything to say, please tell me."

"I hope the seventh brother won't tell your elder brother." Zhou Yunyin turned her body sideways, looked at Huo Zhenye with clear eyes, hoping that he could keep this secret forever.

Since he didn't bother him during his lifetime, there is no need to let him know after his death.

"Sister-in-law already knew." Huo Zhenye was a little surprised.

"I knew it very early on." Being together day and night, no matter how much admiration is hidden in reverence, it can't be hidden from a careful woman.

Zhou Yunyin sighed softly. Her appearance is not very good, but her voice is true to her name. When she speaks, people can't help but listen carefully: "I think we will leave him with this last decency."

The two of them tacitly agreed that neither of them would break the balance. This was incomprehensible to Huo Chaozong. He and He Zhanqing could only be confidants.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I won't say anything."

Huo Zhenye sent his sister-in-law back to the Huo mansion, and then went back.

Those paper people wandered around the big house while their master was asleep. The small building of the Bai family house had only one floor, and the second floor was an attic.

The Bai Mansion is different, with three floors, more than a dozen rooms, and a mahjong and chess room.

As soon as Huo Zhenye entered the door, he saw three heads looking at him from the stairs one by one.

The sudden appearance of three paper heads shocked even Huo Zhenye, he nodded at the three paper figures: "You are too naughty, what if someone came?"

Three heads, you look at me, I look at you, stand on tiptoes and raise your legs to go upstairs.

Huo Zhenye followed and heard the sound of cards being drawn in the mahjong room. He opened the door and saw that the four paper figurines were orderly picking and shuffling the cards, stacking them and throwing them out one by one.

"You guys... know how to play mahjong?" He was a little hesitant, did Bai Zhun even teach this?

The four paper figurines nodded, and one gestured to Huo Zhenye that the master taught it.

It was really boring in the bamboo house, Bai Zhun was short of three, and made up with paper figurines, the three of them played best and were teaching "Mu Guiying" how to play cards.

"Mu Guiying" pulled out half of the tins from his head, and the poker table was full of chips, and he was about to lose all.

Hey, it's quite a big game.

One of them enthusiastically invited Huo Zhenye to come and play, Bai Dongdong's eyes rolled around, everyone knew that Mr. Huo was rich!

Huo Zhenye shrank his leather shoes: "No need, you guys play, you play."

He exited the mahjong room, and closed the door to the paper people intimately.

Huo Zhenye continued to go upstairs. He originally arranged a bedroom for Bai Zhun on the first floor so that it was convenient for him to come in and out.

But Bai Zhun prefers the third floor, as long as the wheelchair rolls to the balcony, he can watch the sunrise and sunset.

He changed the place for himself, arranged for the paper people to carry and move it, and tidied up the whole house according to his liking.

Bai Zhun hadn't woken up until this time. He lay on the bed all day, waking up and sleeping, sleeping and waking up again, as if he wanted to make up for what he hadn't slept in the past few days.

Huo Zhenye walked into the room. Bai Zhun had just slept in this room for a day, and the room was filled with the scent of paper bamboo. He took a deep breath, then took off his clothes, and got under the quilt.

Bai Zhun lay on the bed with his back facing him, and Huo Zhenye buried his face in his neck: "I'm back."

Bai Zhun was half asleep and half awake, and gave a vague "huh".